Home sweet Home.

It'll all come out… slowly.

I admit that this semester was a complete fiasco (academically).
BUT, I became very fond of my department at uni. So fond that I hate to leave it to go to other parts of uni when there's some work I have to do. I even hate leaving it to go home! I have no one to go back home for. So it's not really a "home". It's a blessing to have a place you feel you belong to, where you have fun, feel secure and stimulated. Only those who were deprived of it know that.
But note that One's place of living would be only an ordinary building, or an empty house without the special people who are there to make it special. It's family who give home its special meaning. You are with the people whom you feel you are part of, whom advice you for your good, share common things, feelings, good times, hard times… everything!

When I was in school, my teachers used to say that: "school is our second home, becoz we spent more quality time there than we do at home".

Speaking of hard times; well, as in every family, (even when they are away), they manage to slap you on the face (not literally) when you least expect it, and in what you least expect, in the name of "loving you" and "want the best for you"! does this remind you of a strategy used in the department?